[He stares, stricken, his heart still trying to punch its way out of his chest when the knife drops and Ed leans into him. He blinks wet, already circling an arm around him as he pulls himself into Oswald's trembling body. But it's too soon to feel more than a trickle of relief, to relax again - and he's still reeling from the emotional whiplash when Ed's mouth presses to his, jacking a fresh wave of adrenaline through him. He makes a little noise in his throat - a sort of mewling, half-hearted protest - and locks up, too stunned to move or to breathe, to make this something they're doing together rather than something done to him. And then, it's over. A warm tingliness on his lips when he pulls back and searches Ed's face like he's someone else, someone he doesn't recognize.
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It takes him a moment to get his voice to work.]
Ed...? [He rasps, cautiously.]